remembering a perfect cat

Three months ago — May 27th — we said goodbye to Scooter, my cat of 16 years. It was, probably, the hardest transition of my life, and that is saying something, for I was the only one standing in the room at my father’s bedside at the moment he began to make the leap from this world to the next. But how hard it was makes sense, in some ways: I knew Scooter longer than I knew Dad. Scooter was a perfect cat, and he taught me a lot.

( scooter )